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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 2, 2015 2:40:34 GMT
Part one: Playing with Chaos
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Post by waybig1010101 on Apr 4, 2015 19:03:23 GMT
The Spirit just laughs to himself, finding all these to be quite the entertainment. He takes another sip of his wine as he looks at the god-king. Then he ask the Master of games in a low tone, "What ever happen to his kingdom? Did you leave it in ruins, or it is simply being govern by another in this man's absence?" Regardless of the Master of Games answer, the Spirit of Unbalance then asks the god-King another question, "Would you give me the honor of telling me your name?" The Spirit found this man to be amusing and he wanted to remember him if possible after all this was said in done. His epic tragedy would make for great inspiration for his next piece of music he thought.
The Spirit snaps his fingers and the band plays a new piece of music in honor of the man's previous status as a king.
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 4, 2015 22:23:51 GMT
The Master snickered. "Kinda both. Not telling you who's in charge just yet. It'd ruin the punchline." The giant growled at him. "It doesn't matter. None else are worthy of the throne. And you lesser beings are not worthy of my name." "Karakazmiot." "Damn you!"
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Post by waybig1010101 on Apr 4, 2015 22:44:43 GMT
"I won't be surprise if you are in charge of the universe, which I suppose is better than out right destroying for some people, but i prefer the classic Demon God style of destruction." replies the Spirit of Unbalance to the Master of Games. "Either way, you'll tell me when you need to tell me." The Spirit then looks at the man, "Lesser beings....? We are both so old that we can't even tell you our age because the number would be too large to even store in your head without it becoming a super massive black hole. Little King... do you even know our true identity. For us to be inferior to you would make this whole situation here seem a bit...odd. Wouldn't you agree Karakazmiot?"
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 4, 2015 23:31:06 GMT
Karakazmiot snarled and looked away. "Age is nothing. In my realm, neither of you would survive a minute against me." "He's probably right. Without rules at least. Now, let's break his ego anyway. You ready, or do you still want to interview him?"
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Post by waybig1010101 on Apr 5, 2015 3:01:31 GMT
"Against you... even with my collar on I'm sure I could defeat you while I write a novel." he said in a matter-of-fact kinda way as he sips on his wine. The Spirit talks to the master in his mind, This is quite fun! But I suppose it is time we get started. The Spirit stands up and asks, "So, my tragic Actor, are you ready to perform on the stage, or do you wish to further prepare or enjoy yourself? Make a request. You can ask for anything in particular. This might be the last time you will experience anything fabulous again you know. And I'm willing to grant any reasonable requests. For I am a kind individual" he finishes with a smug smile on his face and he lifts his hands over his body in a dramatic fashion as if his words weren't enough to show up highly he feels about himself.
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 5, 2015 3:13:27 GMT
Karakazmiot laughed, a short and booming explosion of mockery. "I need none of your petty toys. Let us go."
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Post by waybig1010101 on Dec 31, 2015 8:21:25 GMT
"Splendid." said the Spirit of Unbalance as if not hearing the mockery in his challenger's voice. He claps his hands together and everyone appears on the surface of the planet below. More specifically, they are inside a forest. Ahead of them lays a massive mountain range with many buildings built into the mountainside. Yet the most interesting part is the massive chain emerging from the mountain and towards the floating city in the sky. "Your first task is to raid that city. Do you think yourself capable of handing that my brutish plaything? I should warn you, there is a ton of dangerous creatures between here and there." As if on que, monsters roar all across the forest.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 4, 2016 5:54:18 GMT
"Didn't I tell you he can control those? Come on, you're loosing it." The Master gave his friend a quizzical look, but let Karakazmiot take his first steps away from the two. "If she is there, I will find her. Throw your worst upon me and I shall shrug all of it off!" He barreled towards the city at full speed, eyes scanning for whatever may come from the trees, especially paying attention to the branches above.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jan 7, 2016 8:57:54 GMT
"Can he? Oh well." Snapping his finger, he transforms the monsters into machine with synthetic skin. "Now that has been taken care of...I was thinking of which music I should use for his run through the forest. I am thinking of using a more classic piece for him, but for his situation..Karasomething?" Spirit watches as the man runs through the woods. "I suppose he doesn't care for us picking his theme. How disappointing. Anyway, I think this will fit his journey through the forest."
The music begins to play from invisible performers all around the world. As the music starts, minor robotic monsters, which the sizes range from horses to houses, rush at him. Hundreds of these creatures soon appear in front of him, all with no thought behind their action outside of consuming the man. Each machine creature, regardless of their size, would more difficult to deal with then a modern day tank. "Let's see how he deals with the babies first." commented the Spirit of Unbalance to the Master of Games as they watch from above.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 7, 2016 20:06:44 GMT
Karakazmiot didn't slow when the monsters emerged. Small fries. "Begone!" He roared, swinging his fist not at them but simply through the air with enough force that the resulting shockwave toppled trees. "I wonder what would happen if I dropped him into the universe you made that little blonde pet in. Not many people could do anything to him there." MOG observed from his perch high above.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jan 11, 2016 4:58:54 GMT
The Spirit of Unbalance smiles in response to the Master of Games words, yet why he smiles is unknown. Perhaps he smiles to hide another emotion. Maybe he simply enjoys the idea of his slave's world dealing with the ex ruler. Or the Chaotic master is just enjoying the challenge he is task with. Though, it wouldn't be a surprise if all these reasons are valid. Then he says softly, "Please ignore the messenger." Then suddenly from a shadow of a random tree a bald woman emerges. She stretches her body all the way towards the two of them without needing to leave the shadow her body is traveling though. The lady wears nothing but a light white tunic that barely conceals much. Though the girl in question is not human at all, rather she could be describe as a shadow of a person, with a few extra arms, legs, mouths, eyes, and extra parts. Though interesting enough, each pair of her eyes are in different colors. One set red, another blue, a third set is purple, and so on. She offers a slight bow to the Master of Games, before speaking to her boss. As she opens her mouths, no words come out, or at least none heard, but still the Spirit nods his head as if he understands the message. "Splendid. Now hurry along before you are discovered absent." The woman offers another respectful bow before sinking into her shadow.
Meanwhile below.... even with the incredible demonstration of his strength, the mindless monsters somehow manage to keep their balance by using each other support and continue to swarm forward in the hundreds. The attack did rip apart the firs rows of monsters' skin right off their bodies, and thus reveal their true nature to their opponent. Yet, soon enough the closest ones approach Karakazmiot from all sides and attempt to tear apart. Though unknown to the warrior giant, each monster is rigged with a dangerous bomb or device, that is design to go off once the host dies. Some carry more powerful bombs than others inside their bodies, others carry dangerous biochemical bombs (Which will not harm other machine animals), and a few even have worm holes devices with their own surprises.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 11, 2016 17:33:55 GMT
The Master refused to ignore the messenger. "Another pet of yours? I don't think I've seen her before." He watched Karakazmiot below changing his tactics. Shockwaves wouldn't cut it. He stomped the ground to kick up dust and rocks in each direction with deadly force. In the cover of the dust, he dropped and moved to sweep the legs of the monsters surrounding him.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jan 13, 2016 4:46:11 GMT
The Spirit waves his hand in a gesture that seems to say, 'Don't worry about it.' Yet being in the mode to brag a bit, he says,"She is no pet. She is a recent employee and quite a rare one. In fact, I could easily count the remaining members of her race with a single hand. Such a shame really. Considering how powerful they use to be." Looking down he smiles at seeing Karakazmiot's stomp successfully blowing away the first row of machines away, but his attack did not result in any casualties yet. Even with so many being recently blown away, the others continue to push forward without hesitation. However, the new first row only manages to be sweep by the man. Yet, before long the remaining monsters continue to try to sink their teeth and claws into the man. At the same time, roughly a hundred machine beast take to the skies and launch an air assault. Some dive down towards the giant man to pierce him with their sharp skulls, others open their mouths and heavy machine guns emerge from their throats, shortly after, it begins to rain bullets.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 13, 2016 5:49:32 GMT
The Master wasn't sure how meaningful those numbers were. Could a species breed its way back from that? He didn't know much about reproduction. "So... are you helping them make buds or whatever?"
Karakazmiot stumbled under the weight of the monsters atop him, realizing this situation was becoming swiftly less than ideal. He lunged forward into a powerful somersault, evading the aerial assaults for now and hopefully shaking off or crushing the robots.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jan 15, 2016 7:18:24 GMT
"Helping them? She is the only her kind that I associate with. Sadly, this wise and splendid specimen of chaos before your very eyes is unaware of exactly what the others of her breed do with themselves, where they do it, and when it takes place. Though if you yourself find one, be sure to send it my way. Someone like yourself will find no real interest in them I'm sure."
Down below as Karakazmiot evades the aerial onslaught from above, the metallic creatures around him did not. Still their metal bodies are able to handle the bullets without too much distortion, and even with their current disfigurements, the machine animals continue to chase their prey in large numbers. However, it is not just the land hunters that continue their efforts. The metal beasts of the sky also adjust angles, so that their barrels could continue to follow the path of the giant as they collectively unload tens of thousands of rounds per a minute at their singular target.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 15, 2016 19:38:33 GMT
MOG sighed. "Sure, I'll keep an eye out for your little whatevers." He wasn't in the mood to pry further. The Spirit was right. He had no interest in a dying race.
Karakazmiot roared and staggered when the bullets battered him. He grabbed the robots on his body and attempted to throw them at the aerial enemies. Lacking a ranged ability, that would have to do.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Feb 7, 2016 5:38:03 GMT
The machines in the air did not expect what follows next. As they shot down a blizzard of bullets down, machine beasts begin to be thrown upwards towards them, which quickly results in a few powerful explosions being set off in mid air once the thrown animals's internal bombs activated upon their death. Most of the bombs that went off seem to be brute force in nature, however one of the creatures did release a gigantic poison gas cloud, that begins to spread throughout a huge section of the forest. Any living substance touched by the gas seems to disintegrate within a few moments of the initial exposure. Plants and trees start to disappear in rather large number, yet surprising enough, the animals surround Karakazmiot did not seem to be affected by the potent gas, though a few on the ground and in the air did get damage by the explosions Still, the majority of the army of mecha animals seem to be still very much alive and refuse to end their pursuit against the once great king.
As for the Spirit of Unbalance, he pulls out a small thine black stick and with a snap of his fingers the jet black objects turns bright red. Putting weirdly design cig in his mouth, he begins to smoke as he looks at the battlefield, which is now cover in a blanket of poison gas. Yet with his unique eyes, his could see everything going without a problem. As he enjoys the chaos happening in front of him, he pulls out another black stick and offers it to the Master of Games. "Want one?"
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Post by HungryHunter on Feb 7, 2016 19:54:11 GMT
Karakazmiot stumbled when the gas fell to him, feeling his armor weaken. MOG waved off the offer. "Nah. You know I hate those. He's pretty much done anyway." He smiled as the former king coughed wretchedly.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Feb 15, 2016 3:56:23 GMT
The Spirit stares at the coughing man with a look of disappointment. "...I had hope he would be more entertaining than this. It looks like I win again my tiny monstrous freak of a friend." His face returns to the usual devilish smile as he asks, "So what's next?" Down below the monsters start to finish off their prey.
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